It's Nice Out

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "I Gotta Find My Mind"

Submitted: August 18, 2016

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It's Nice Out

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The milk bones of my congested lives

Milky

And sent to twine

If only my wretched heart

Could carelessly flutter away

The mountains

__and the journeys

____will all seem like miles away

When the criminally insane

__walk this planet

____what nerve do they have

______to breathe the same air as me?

I want nothing but the bitterness to end

But like a blade of grass

__bending in the wind

____I'm moved by thee air around me

Just not as much

The ritual of talking trees

__knows no bound'ries

If I sleep tight

__with a potato by my side

____what is to become of me

______when I wake up?

If thee orange deaths know no better

__what's the point of squeezing juices

____out of my head

______when I can't blink my thoughts

________outta' bounds with reality?

Nobody knows why the dogs bark at the moon

And I'm planning to keep it that way

Still

I'll spill the words outta' my head

And I will be free from the voices

And death will be coming after me

But what's to stop the hand of God?

Squeaky clean digits

__from outer space

____know none of what happens here

Let's just see to it

__tht ev'rything remains the same

And little slices of cheese

__will rejoice in my mouth

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08-15-'16

D. L. Cannon


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